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Got bored with the St Louie game so I decided to try to plow the trail, even at 20 below. Not sure where you guys get all this traction you talk about, my chains were throwing moss and dirt wayyyyyyyyyy behind me running wide open in third and I had the blade hangging about 2inches up. The roots you see off the sides of the trail is what I been cleanning up creating my bonfires.

about 2 weeks earlier, but here's my winter Hi Noon sun

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Ikipp, I have one oem wt at 25lbs and one homemade wt at 62lbs, pretty sure thats 87lbs/wheel. Plus I have a rear counter wt and heavy iron hitch under it, in fact, if I put the lift in float the blade is REAL slow going down. John, starting to think your right, one temp says -18, the other says -26, either ones too cold to play outside in anymore, time for a winter home in New Zealand.
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I don't think I have ever seen the game that was so boring as to get me outside in those temps. Spring is getting closer every day.
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Looks like you have a lot of snow, but if there is any more boring games you can get out and play. I think i'l stick with 15 degrees
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The woods up there look pretty with the snow. Right now we are in the big ugly, leaves all gone but no snow. I don't mind the cold so much as the short days. I don't know how you can stand it there.
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Forgot to mention that about half way into the second quarter of the G.B. game I decided to go down into my shop and listen to the game on the radio.
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:) There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold, And the Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge- I cremated Sam McGee. Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee Where the cotton blooms and blows Why he left his home in the South to roam 'Round the Pole, God only knows He was always cold, but the Land of Gold Seemed to hold him like a spell Tho he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell". On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson Trail Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we closed then the lashes froze 'til at times we couldn't see It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam Mcgee. And that very night as we layed packed tight in our robes beneath the snow And the dogs were fed and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe He turned to me and "Cap" says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess And if I do, I'm asking you won't refuse my last request." Well he seemed so low that I couldn't say no, then he says with a sort of moan: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold 'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone. Yet 'tain't being dead it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains; So I want you to swear that foul or fair You'll cremate my last remains. Now a pal's last need is a thing to heed So I swore I would not fail And we started on at the streak of dawn But God, he looked ghastly pale He crouched on the sleigh and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee And before nightfall a corpse is all that was left of Sam McGee. There wasn't a breath in that land of death and I hurried, horror driven With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid Because of a promise given It was lashed to the sleigh and seemed to say, "You may tax your brawn and brains; but you promised true and it's up to you to cremate these last remains". Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code. In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load. In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring, Howled out their woes to the homeless snows-- O God! how I loathed the thing. And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow And on I went, though the dogs were spent, and the grub was getting low The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in; And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it harkened with a grin. Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May". And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum." Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire; Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher; The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see; And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee. Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to here him sizzle so; And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow. It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm--- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." Robert W. Service :D
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When I lived in MN, I saw a list of favorite MN winter sayings. Some of them were pretty good. Minnesota - Many are cold but few are frozen, Home of blond hair and blue ears, etc. I'm thinking about a vacation to Alaska next winter. I'd probably come home and feel like walking around in short sleeves the rest of the winter.
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Beautiful pictures you have there.Nice to see some snow pictures on here.We havent had any snow here in ohio to amount to anything.One snow right around thanksgiving time and now it is in the 50s here all week.Send some snow our way. AGCO918
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Great pics, Marty! I like the shine off of the hood! Great poem, as well, Frankie C., as I head up to snow country in NYS myself--hope I fair better than Sam McGee.... (knock on wood 3x's...) Peter
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Peter, that shine has GOT to be the low angle of the sun. There is NO reason for the hood on my Landlord to shine. Before it gets painted I gotta upgrade my paint ablity above the two squirt cans jobs I've done, they just aren't holding up for the work put into it.
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Hey Marty...Great pics...I love the snow, but i didnt think it looked to bad until i read the '20 below' temperature...Still no snow here, everything is brown, dead and leaveless here in central WI. Hoping for some soon...Blower is all ready to go!
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